Dynasty and Imogen were carrying the last few boxes and bags that they had brought from the school house, walking through the school gates with Kevin walking between them both, hands in his pockets after he'd been swiped at by Imogen and told that her condition did not make her weak when he tried to take the bags from her.
The girls quickly made their way in to the school just as Dynasty spotted Barry by the bike sheds, Dynasty had no time for her brother's excuses.
"Imogen? What are you doing?"
Dynasty looked around at the voice, rolling her eyes when she saw Connor. "She's fine. Stronger than she looks."
"She still needs to be careful."
"She has a name and she is still here." Imogen stated pointedly, a steely gaze fixed upon her husband. "I had this from Kevin already and he got a slap. I am fine."
Connor sighed, running a hand through his hair and looked at her helplessly. "I just don't want you to stress yourself too much."
"It's three bags, Connor I'm sure I'll be carrying something a lot heavier than a hair and make up bag and a couple of bags full of products." She stated. "A baby's gonna be heavier than this lot. If you don't want me to strain myself any longer we need to put these in our lockers."
He rolled his eyes. "Your stubbornness irritates me sometimes." He told her as both girls walked on.
"Let's not argue here. Specially if you don't want everyone knowin' yet." Dynasty put in as Imogen opened her mouth to argue back. She gave a satisfied smirk when the girl clamped her mouth shut as they reached their lockers where they put the things inside.
Once free of the bags, Imogen and Dynasty stormed off to their first lesson, Maths. Imogen didn't look back to see if Connor was following.
He wasn't. He had growled out loudly and leaned back against the wall, gently hitting his head against it. "Why does she have to be so...-"
"Imogen?" Kevin finished for him. "Two reasons. She's a girl and they're everything we love and everything that irritates us. And she's Imogen. Strong willed, determined, stubborn, mad for wanting to be with you..." he finished with a laugh in his tone.
"Oi!" Connor said with fake hurt, smiling a little.
"What I'm sayin' is, hope and pray it's not a girl. Otherwise you are well and truly screwed mate."
"Kevin?"
"Yeah?"
"Do one mate."
"Never. C'mon. We'll be late and I don't fancy a trip to the cooler."
The boys walked in the same direction the girls had moments before. Upon entering the classroom with everybody else, they found Dynasty and Imogen already sitting together.
Connor rolled his eyes and moved to sit on the table next to her.
"He's just worried y'know." Dynasty said to her, quietly so only she could hear.
"I know... but I hate being treated like I'm weak... I got enough of that growing up. 'She's deaf she can't do that' or 'because of what's wrong with her she's behind everybody else' and I've spent this whole term here proving everybody wrong, proving I can do this." Imogen lowered her head so her hair easily covered her face, but she hadn't realised Connor heard everything she said.
'Shit...' he thought and bit his lip. 'I messed up here...'
Dynasty gently rubbed the girl's back. "Connor's not those people though. Might go around it the wrong way but he loves you." She said. "He loves you for who you are, not what's different."
Imogen gave a slight nod, not catching everything, but how close she was, she got the general idea.
"Teacher's here now, concentrate." Dynasty said as their teacher entered the room.
Imogen sighed softly and raised her head so she could see.
That hour passed uneventfully, Imogen barely looked over to where she knew Connor was looking at her worriedly. The class packed away their things as the bell went and they stood up.
Connor grabbed hold of Imogen's arm before she could get any further away. "Look... I need to tell you something."
She was about to pull her arm away when she stopped, looking at him. "What is it?"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry if you thought I wasn't supporting you or anything. I'm sorry if it felt like I was underestimating you." He said gently. "I'm the biggest prat in the world, I know. But I love you and care for you more than I can begin to explain."
Imogen listened to him. She couldn't stay mad at him and he knew it. "I'm not made of glass, Connor."
"I know... I know I'm sorry. I probably worry unnecessarily but I can't help it. I don't want anything happen to you. To both of you." He held her close in his arms. "You're the most amazing, determined, caring person in the world. But you are also delicate, and carrying the most precious thing we will ever have."
Imogen smiled softly and kissed him. "I understand what you're saying, but just try? Try not to worry so much? Please?"
"I'll try." He promised, kissing back. "I'd suggest leaving school again but we're already in the cooler every day this week. We also should have met mum earlier."
Imogen looked with wide eyes. "Why didn't you say?"
"Didn't get a chance. We'll go at lunch anyway." Connor said, walking with her to their next lesson.
